Dance for me alone
For my sekere is calling you home.
come on to me
Flesh of my flesh bone of my bone
If my rhythm begins to sway
like the sound of a locomotive,
or if like, the sound of a crying baby I blare,
your relentless dancing would be instructive
and encouraging for all I care
Your natural endowment,
shaking to the rhyhtm from my drum
will in my heart be my enjoyment,
as you savour the pleasure from the core
Dance for me my lady
God has made you for me.
Just like a maiden to a baby,
I will spoil you only for me.
© April 2002, Kingsley Momoh
